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My Life – Essay

In my life of twenty-five years [written in 1994], I believe I have seen quite a lot.  I have traveled, through the Marine Corps and seen some of the world.  Through my job as a military policeman in the Marine's, I have seen and dealt with some of the more unpleasant parts of life.

Since leaving the Marine Corps and coming home to New York I have concentrated on making a living for myself and more importantly on my school work at Duchess Community College.  While at DCC for the last few years I have been regrouping and finding a focus and direction for my life. At DCC I have found new ways to use the skills life and the Marines have taught me.  For myself, I see the things that I once thought of as impossible and now are completely open to me and anyone else willing to try for them.

I have been described by people I know as being the strong silent type.  I'm not sure how true that is.  I have always seen myself as being somewhat impatient and I have certainly never been accused of holding my tongue when something is bothering me.  I do believe myself to be a good listener however and have a feeling that I would like to leave the world a better place than when I came into it.

I mentioned listening only because I believe listening to be so important in life and in success in any field.  Through the fictional stories I write and the films I hope to make one day, I try and relate the things I have seen and heard in the world.   As for having a desire to make the world a better place, I know I may never single-handedly change the world, but that desire and knowing even a little bit of good can go a long way, is in itself, a self-motivating drive.

I have very little technical training in the area of film and video and to be perfectly honest I have no real direct experiences with film that I can relate to you.  I can only tell you that I have enjoyed the video work that I have done at DCC so far, and that I look forward to learning and experiencing a lot more at B.U.

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